GS Puffinstuff

This watercolored page is available for sale at our store. It costs a bit more than our usual page-rate. Besides it being twice the size of our usual output, this is because quite honestly, we’re in love with this page, and don’t want to see it leave so soon.

And frankly, after reading this article, our basic perception of what Art is “worth” has all but been pitched onto the midden. Since quaint notions like “value” have been quietly dismembered & discarded, like so many goat carcasses stacked on a sidewalk in Queens, by the schizophrenic spin-art contraption of late-stage capitalism; and since apparently $60 of crappy art is literally indistinguishable from $20,000 of same by the shadowy necromancers affixing the pricetags to these canvases, we’ve figured, what the fuck. Might as well stand up and Be the pocket change we want to see in the world. Consider it an artistic statement on our culture. Or consider it halfway to making our rent next month. Either way, by all means, consider it.

(Speaking of which, if you value this page — digitally or actually — as more than its utterly arbitrary ‘retail value,’ you are encouraged — begged, really — to use PayPal to settle the difference, via the poorly named “Donate” button at the toppish-right corner of this page. After all, you ultimately hold in your merest clicking finger the power to define just how deeply the Artist must be devalued.)

In other news, we’ve officially begun rehabilitation, construction & expansion on the “Sick” narrative, in hopes it will be forged (with dozens of never-seen added pages) into a real paper book sometime before the collapse of the publishing industry. So expect a few less original comics this Fall, & a few more of those cop-out “process” pics we Art Bloggers lard our site with when we’re preoccupied. We can only hope that, like patient gardeners, you keep watch over these tentative little blog-buds, so that they may reward you with a bounty of Real, Actual Graphic Novels come the Spring. (That is, unless our drawing hand succumbs to frostbite necrosis in the coming Iowa Winter.)

Yesterday I heaved a mass of “hen-of-the-woods” from the base of an oak tree. It was, yeah, magic. And sauteed up with garlic and onion it was damn fine. Three quarters of it are still left for further experiments. Since I don’t draw, here’s a picture:

that’s beautiful! strange, we actually just a few hours ago found a hen right in our backyard, at the base of our huge oak! it’s tragic though, it was already well past its prime. i must have looked RIGHT AT IT without noticing it every day this week while unlocking my bike.

stupidly i somehow missed the whole part where you said you fried some up. we’ve had good luck treating these things like fried chicken — we dusted them in flour & then sauteed them in a decent amount of oil. covering them for part of the cooking seems to help make them less dry. also they’re amazing shredded in any kind of sauce, like a marinara… hm i must be hungry.

You must be hungry! I’m sure I’ve walked past these mushrooms a thousand times, but now that I’ve had a taste, my eyes are getting trained. At least next year you know where to look, and on the bright side that one you missed just released a million million spores into the world in search of other oak trees!